Boring weeks are not coming back

~ our nervous system knows it, our calendar does, too.

Scrape the windshield, cue the radio, and hope for dull.

The world replies, as we’ve learned to expect, with another “not today.”

If the bully bluffs, then backs off, then threatens again, what exactly are we supposed to do today or on Monday?

While we scrape that windshield, brace for a sane, dull week.

Instead, headlines arrive like a fresh storm, again.

Davos talk still floats above the Alps, but then reality hits our kitchen table.

Carney gets a moment in the bright lights, and Canada is briefly cast as serious, steady, and (proudly) world-shifting.

Then, bully Trump, from the bully pulpit, backs off one territorial flourish and reloads another threat at Canada.

Again.

Do we treat it as a danger, or a theatre that collapses the moment consequences show up?

Either way, the week crystallizes one thing: we do not get to buy certainty anymore.

But, we still get to choose our footing …

Whatever we thought yesterday or today, chances are very good we’ll be upended again tomorrow.

You can obsess over every exposed falsehood, or you can name the pattern: the velocity is the weapon. Social media cross-threads with old media, and your nervous system becomes the newsroom.

I start craving the era of boring months, as if history ever offered them on subscription.

Here is the private, useful question: what did you learn that changes what you do on Monday?

Not what you repost, not what you rage-read, but what you actually do.

Call one person.

Do one piece of real work.

We need to check out ‘claimed news’ before we repeat it.

We need to keep our heads while others have theirs spinning …

This week ends as most do now: a calendar page flips, and the noise follows, unless we leave it behind.

A calmer life is rarely found in calmer weather or less noisy headlines, but in our calmer choices.